“It’s my office too,” Greer says, not looking up from his laptop. He’s not even sitting in his own chair, instead spread out over Six’s desk. “Yours is one door up and to your right.”
“Thanks,” I say sarcastically. “How would I ever have found it otherwise?”
“You’d be doomed to wander the halls for eternity.” He sounds so serious I almost believe him.
Leaning against the doorframe, I study his face. Drawn, haggard, lines across his forehead. “You look tired.”
Greer’s eyebrow arches, still not looking up and staring intently at something on the screen. “Not sleeping does that,” he says absently. “Did you follow that guy the other day I needed you to?”
“Yeah. He had lunch with someone not his wife and someone he was quite friendly with, went to a dentist appointment, and then took his daughter to ballet. If you’re looking for an angle, you won’t find it there. If he’s part of the ring, he’s not getting his hands dirty.”
“Alright, thanks.” He frowns and switches his laptop for Six’s.
If he expects me to walk away, he’s out of luck. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“Do I ask you about what you and Spence do at night?” He jams his pointer finger into the Enter button with prejudice.
“I can draw you a picture if you want.” Quality time with Six may have kept him up early today, but he doesn’t look like this from one night. Besides, Six isn’t that inconsiderate without good reason.
He finally looks up at me, mouth turned down in a scowl that’d scare a lesser man. “I’ve been playing lookout. Do you need something, Fischer? I don’t have a lot of time before I need to head to the station, and if nothing’s on fire, kindly fuck off.”
“I think I like it here, actually.” He hasn’t really answered my question and irritating him never gets old. Like poking at an older brother until they snap and chase you around the kitchen with a knife.
“Make yourself useful and come suck my dick, then,” he mutters, refocusing on his screen. I can physically see the moment his brain switches completely over, my presence all but forgotten. No one can get lost in their work quite like this man.
“Who’s getting their dick sucked?” Six asks behind me. He shifts sideways to shimmy past me and into the office, patting my hip as he goes.
“Me.” Greer angles himself when Six stands at his back, like their bodies automatically gravitate toward each other. Six leans over, gaze fixed on the screen. He points at something, and Greer nods slightly.
“I can get under the desk if you want,” Six says slyly. “All you have to do is ask.”
“Mmm.” Greer gives another violent stab to the Enter key.
What the fuck are they looking at? “You can watch porn in your own time, y’know.”
Spencer joins us, plastering himself to my back. “If you’re watching porn, you have to share,” he says, resting his chin on my shoulder to see into the room. I reach up and cup his cheek, caressing it with a thumb.
“I don’t think you’re into what we’re into,” Six replies, shooting him a grin. “But hey, if you’re interested, I can show you some good sites.”
“You all have five seconds to clear the room; anyone still over the threshold after that is getting shot,” Greer promises darkly.
“You’re so touchy today,” Spencer remarks. “Did Six not satisfy you? It’s okay, you can tell us. We can start a self-help group.”
Six’s smile curls into something wicked, and I brace myself for whatever’s about to come out of his mouth. “Ken stole a Snickers out of the freezer.”
My mouth drops open. That’s fucking uncalled for. Why am I getting dragged into this? Spencer makes the mess, and I have to clean it up.
That gets Greer’s full attention. “Are you fucking serious?”
That’s my cue to leave. A stapler goes flying through the open doorway where I’d stood not two seconds ago, slamming against the opposite wall.
“I think you dropped something,” Spencer says in a cheery, helpful tone.
This time it’s a hole punch, and it dents the plaster. I better eat the damn chocolate quick before he comes and rips out my stomach so I have no way to digest it.
Spencer follows me into our office and kicks the door shut before flicking the lock. Good call. “Are you gonna share?”
“Only if you ask nicely.”
